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tender-rosiey · 7 months

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smack, smack — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: special thanks to the beautiful @stinkyme for inspiring me to actually write this and for fangirling over the idea with me <3

gojo satoru, like any dad, got his fair share of ‘bullying’ from his daughter, his 5 months old baby.

some dads get peed on, others get their hair pulled, and others get their nose bitten on the daily. it's a little something to make them suffer a bit like the mothers had to during the pregnancy.

your husband, however, is always getting smacked in the face whenever he has his blindfold on, and I mean harshly smacked in the face and unforgiving scratching.

the first time it happened was when he was going to school. he was ready, uniform on and everything, but he simply had to say goodbye to his two girls.

skipping to your shared bedroom, he placed two big smooches on your face. then, after much of pulling him off you, he went to smooch his little girl. a big unmatched grin was on his face as he looked down at her in her crib.

he picked her up, cooing softly at her, “what a pretty girl, just as pretty as your mama, huh?”

satoru then laid her gently against his chest and started rocking her softly, while humming. after a while, he felt her stir a little in his arms. she sleepily looks up at him, and he smiles down at her, “good morning, baby—“

now, your daughter was used to seeing her dad without the blindfold. she was used to getting met by her dad's bright blue eyes.

so when a strange unknown man was holding her up instead of her papa, she started wailing and screaming, repeatedly smacking him in the face.

whenever her little—strong—hand landed on the blindfold, she would try to pull it off with all her baby might. you scrambled out of your bed at the loud screeches and screams of both your husband and your daughter.

you saw how satoru was desperately trying to, as gently as possible, make her release her grip. you stumbled on your words, before yelling, “your blindfold! take off your blindfold off!”

“I! am! trying!” he yelps as she continues slapping the hell out of his face.

you hurry and take his blindfold off, swiftly throwing it to the side. he started rocking her, smiling despite the red marks and scratches all over his handsome face, “it’s me, daddy! you see me?”

almost magically, your daughter calmed down in an instant with the occasional hiccup from her previous crying. he smiled, “there you go; that’s my girl.”

she gently made grabby hands at him, and he quickly pulled her back into his chest. your daughter instantly snuggled into his shoulder and hid her face in his neck.

you stared at him for a moment, “well, at least we know that she bloody hates that blindfold.”

it honestly kind of adds up.

you remember the many times that your daughter was generally distressed or fussy and instantly calmed down when she saw her dad’s eyes. you also remember that one time your daughter was actually zoning out while looking at satoru’s eyes, her own safe place.

satoru chuckles with a shrug, “I have you as my savior, anyway.”

“you can’t always count on me to be the one to save you from our daughter’s monstrously strong grip.”

and he can’t.

no one is brave enough to try and to fight back a baby, let alone the strongest sorcerer’s baby.

that attack happens way more than satoru would like. for example, whenever you’re busy, he takes his little princess to the school with him. in general, everyone helps in taking care of the little angel (devil in some cases).

however, god forbid she sees satoru coming back from a mission with his blindfold on.

it took some time for your husband to learn his lesson and immediately take his blindfold off before he entered the school. until then, he was prone to his daughter’s crazy strong hand smacking his face till his entire face is painted red and not the cute kind.

satoru never believed in his students to save him, except for yuuji. the first time it happened around the students, most of them were either laughing or speechless.

yuuji did try to save his sensei from his smacking machine of a daughter, but ended up getting smacked himself.

your husband did hope that, maybe, nanami’s heart would soften, and he would finally help him.

nanami’s heart did soften, just not for satoru. instead, your daughter now has a special soft spot in nanami’s heart, as he did in hers, but that isn’t our topic for today.

the amount of times you would enter the room to find nanami chuckling or smiling at your husband getting beaten to a pulp by your baby. satoru could be sobbing, “nanami, please! save me!”

and nanami would simply smile—sadistically—and hum, “I don’t think I will.”

you’re pretty sure that nanami believes this is god’s way of punishing your husband for all the mischief he caused.

ignoring that, it grips your heart how satoru’s face would brighten up the moment he saw you. he would run up to you, giving you the baby to calm her down while he gives his face a rest.

and your little girl was smiling and giving you her version of cheek kisses.

your husband recovered quickly though, and took her back, his blindfold finally off. he doesn’t do it without pecking your lips though, “my savior.”

then he gets lost in his own world with his little girl, and their laughs and giggles filled the room. her hands were gently holding her dad’s face as she squeals, and satoru’s heart soars as he forgets about his beating from a moment ago.

now, that doesn’t mean that his dear students don’t make fun of him for always losing against his little girl. during one of the recent teasings, he simply huffed, “you never tried the grip of a baby! tell them, yuuji!”

yuuji shudders as he remembers how long the slap mark lasted, “she is one hell of a strong baby.”

it’s one thing for panda and nobara to laugh, it’s another for megumi and maki to do so as well. your husband’s ego simply couldn’t take it anymore. he took his baby in his arms and gathered the baby bags, sparing one last glance at his ‘bullies’.

and so your husband dramatically exits the room, “I need my wife! I can’t with you people anymore!”

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satoruhour · 6 months

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i can’t stop thinking about riding satoru while he’s laying down his hands behind his head and watching us with a smug face ahhhhhhh i’m pulling my hair out

a/n: i immediately turn poetic whenever i write for gojo idk why guys 💀 + combining with another request where anon sent this in and said satoru core, so real! / tagging @shotorus @hannzai @arminsumi @jabamin @hyomagiri <3

warnings: dom!satoru, fem!reader, i lay the praise on thick here n i could be projecting but idk, pet names, humping, clit stimulation, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie / breeding kink, brief consensual filming, n*sfw under the cut

you think that you’re not so bad on the stamina spectrum — you could hold your own against a special grade pretty easily even after getting beaten down in unexpected attacks, training with your students have kept you on your toes and alert despite your years, and satoru . .

oh, being with satoru has your stamina improving without even you knowing it. whether it’s pushing him away during tickle fights, smacking him hard on the back when he forgets about his students’ missions yet again, or letting yourself submit completely to him in the bedroom, it’s never just one round with gojo. the man was naturally fit and had his reversed cursed technique that he was basically invincible.

you? not so much, always struggling to catch up if your boyfriend wasn’t doing any of the work.

“s-satoru . . please, i need h-help,” you whine out, so so sensitive from the endless foreplay your lover had put you through for teasing him with raunchy photos. it wasn’t your fault he was gone for so long, sent to the rural parts of japan to exorcise a dormant curse — the signal was so terrible there that gojo couldn’t even text his pretty baby whom he missed so much, finally reaching his wits’ end and teleporting to a cell tower only to be met with your body stretched into suggestive poses with very little left to the imagination.

gojo swears he’s never seen beauty like yours before, like a breath of fresh air from the first time he’s got you in his arms to the photos he’s received on that cell tower. a mission has never been finished that quickly before; a teleport and one swipe of his hand, another teleport.

“you don’t want your lovely boyfriend to enjoy his time?” gojo pouts, hands spanning your ass and squeezing at the fat there. you moan at the sensation coupled with the drag of your clit along his thigh — his cock wasn’t even in you and you were already reduced to moans. “after you draped your body in baby blue and you already want to get to fucking?”

gojo has a little lilt in his voice that pisses you off because you know he wants to fuck you bad. you remember how riled up he was when he returned home three hours before, chest heaving and sweaty. you can feel the throb of his cock under you and the little noticeable shaky breaths, but making you beg, making you needy for him is his favourite pastime.

“f-fuck you, ’toru!” you stutter out, thighs burning from grinding so long into his leg that you don’t even know whether you’re cumming or not; all you know is the addicting feeling each time he tenses his thigh for you. satoru laughs, wandering hands leaving trails of fire along your skin as you gasp and grasp at his shoulders. he lets you, squeezing encouragingly at your waist and helping you just a little. a small smile spreads across his face when he feels your cunt twitch at his beautiful laugh, entrance clenching around nothing.

“soon. you’ll need to be patient,” gojo chastises, eyes flitting between watching your connected parts of smeared arousal and your expression of closed eyes and a pretty ‘o’ that catches the moonlight, “look at ’er, just so wettt . .” the sorcerer whistles at the mess you’re leaving on his leg, juices flowing so sinfully that it leaves a clear sheen of reflectiveness to it.

“c’mon baby, c’mon baby, you can cum for me, can’t you?” gojo taunts and you feel the need to answer him even when your own body is asking you to rest.

“mhmh, ’toru—” you hump his thigh harder, tugging his body closer as you settle for the most friction you can get against your puffy clit. because you’re leaking so much, the glide of your pussy is so smooth and sticky along his skin, chasing your high more and more until your words are choked out in a high-pitched moan — “satoru, satoru, s-shit . .!”

gojo coos at your unravelling, bumping his leg into your cunt repeatedly as you ride out your orgasm and by now he is hard that it hurts almost, but he’s focused on your pleasure. he licks his lips like a pervert when you tremble at the orgasm, carrying your leg over his just to see strings of your cum stick to your core and his skin, laying a light slap to your pussy just to hear the slickness.

“oi!” you call out, out of breath as you swat his hand away as he giggles and have to take a breather against your boyfriend’s chest, burying your face into his neck. but for as long as satoru have been teasing you, he hasn’t been getting any action and is desperate to just be in you, fishing his cock out from his underwear. it’s pretty as always, curved with an angry red tip that is aching to stretch you out and a vein that runs along the side of it; it slaps into your inner thigh as he pumps it with a low groan.

“can ya ride me, sweetness?” you let out a small sound of disagreement, littering kisses along his skin in hopes that he’d indulge you, but with his free hand, he’s tapping his tip against your welcoming cunt, emphasising the sheer amount of cum you were dripping with. below you, his toned chest vibrates with the moans at the warmth of your cunt, of your

“’m tired . .” you trail off, before a quiet gasp leaves you when satoru first pushes past your entrance. and though you’ve taken him so many times, his girth still surprises you to some extent, digging your forehead further into his collarbone as he pushes into your gummy walls. bit by bit, your boyfriend bottoms out in you but does anything but move and of course, it’s a ploy by the one and only. “you’re not going to fucking move, aren’t you?”

gojo makes a terrible ding! sound and snaps his fingers, prompting a glare out of you until the needy words come tumbling out of his mouth, “i want to see you ride me, baby, please.”

“weren’t you the one coming home like a sex-crazed mani— ah!” he knows he still holds control over you when he snaps his hips into you and you freeze up with a whine of his name, nails digging into the sheets and skin. “that’s cheating.” gojo simply hums, placing a kiss on your lips that you don’t reciprocate before the room falls into silence: he leans back, putting both hands behind his head before nodding at you — and because he knows it’s him, he carries the gesture with confidence with no break in his character of just how you were so goddamn tight and warm.

he grits his teeth before trying to relax, “d’you think my pretty girl can give me a show?”

obedient and defiant, you moan softly with a glower, “s-sure i can— lazyass.”

gojo knows you mean it with affection, letting out a small laugh before the moment is interrupted by the first lift of your hips. from where he is, he can see how your folds stretch for his thick cock and the lewdness of your expression, until you start a pace and the little pants that leave your lips hypnotise gojo into a trance. he watches your dazed features with a smug smile as you bounce on him, ass meeting his pelvis in loud slapping noises.

“satoru— s’full, s’big—!” mewling out, your hands switch from abs to chest to headboard, finding anything to anchor yourself to as you ride his cock that nudges all the right spots. each descent is bound to send you reeling, drool dripping from the side of your mouth with how you seem to get more and more intoxicated on his length — even when your muscles start to ache in similar places like earlier and gojo seems to break from the little humps from his hips.

“s’too much, h-hurts, ’toru . .” you whine with a pout to your voice, eyes lining with tears at the overwhelming pleasure, groping around desperately at the hand that indulges you briefly. it travels up your body, around your nape and back around, playing with your lips—

“you can do it, baby, ridin’ me so well . . s-shiiit,” gojo praises with a trembling rasp, toying with your bottom lip before grabbing your face and forcing you to look down, “you’re making me feel so, so good, sweetheart—” squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment and then back again to compose himself, “—look at how well you take my cock.” the obscene words drags even more moans from you coupled with the sight of your pussy stuffed full of your boyfriend’s pretty dick, so filled to the brim with so much cum seeping from your cunt.

your wonderment is what prompts satoru to tug you forward into a sloppy kiss, leaning back even more as you yelp into his mouth and your beauty is just what sends gojo into a frenzy. the smugness is gone, the teasing nature is gone, just grasping at pockets of air to moan out together as gojo takes the reins and slams his hips into yours. the sheer force of it sends you jerking more into his embrace, sharing a loud, pornographic moan before a multitude of profanities fall from gojo’s mouth.

“you’re just too— fuuck! too perfect, princess,” satoru whimpers, arms wrapped tightly around your middle with pelvis thrusting up into you that if it wasn’t for gojo’s strong arms, your body would be flailing everywhere -— he nibbles at the skin near your shoulder, trying his best to see where the base of his cock meets your ass in noisy, wet pap! pap! pap!’s, “pussy moulded just ta fit my fat cock, yea?”

satoru’s skin heats up when he feels you nod, babbles of “yes”’s and his name jumbled up together in drunken incoherence as he continues to impale you on his shaft. your thighs start to squeeze around his, your own hips grinding down to meet his halfway as you feel your high approaching.

“a-ain’t ya a good girl, hm?” the praise just keeps coming, whispered into your ear with hot breath fanning it and sending you in a delirious state, but gojo’s rhythmic thrust slows down as he grinds his cock into you and you tense up at the feeling of his tip against your g-spot. you jaw falls open in a silent moan, body limping into his once he abuses tha spot repeatedly in deep, deep thrusts, punctuating it in between every word—

“good. fucking. girl,” your boyfriend sounds out into your ear, a grunt between hisses at the way you clench around him, the way your pussy seems to flutter, “you. thrust. like. thrust. that. thrust. huh? thrust.”

“y—yeah, like it, love it, satoru—” you’re too far gone with these deeper thrusts before he switches back and knows you’re about to cum the hardest with the way your toes curl and uncurl. just one sneaky hand to your clit is enough to send you into mantras of his name and confessions — “love it, love you, loveyou, loveyou, ’toru” — body jerking at the overstimulation.

“that’s it . .” gojo says shakily even after he continues to ram into you, “attagirl, thaat’s my good girl.” by now, you’re reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for your boyfriend who chases his own high, proven easy by the sensation of your tight walls and the slickness of your pussy, rutting like a dog before he shoots his semen deep into you. even gojo is speechless, hips jolting into your cum-filled pussy with the need to breed: seed nestled deep into you while his weeping tip spurts out the last bits of his cum.

but gojo doesn’t pull out just yet, flipping the two of you easily and grabbing his long forgotten phone by the nightstand. gently with a smile, he pats your cheek, wakening you from your orgasm-induced slip into unconsciousness.

“baby, gonna take a vid, you okay?” you mutter out a small yes, cute little whimpers escaping your mouth when gojo slowly pulls out. “wanna spread your pretty pussy for me?” your hands obey before you even know it once you hear the start of the camera, fingers soaked with your combined juices as you spread your folds and he watches, entranced at the way your cunt pushes out his cum — and the way it seeps out of you, good lord — alongside the cockdrunk smile on your face.

satoru points the phone at your cunt, and marvels with a grin, “looks like she’s begging for more of my cum, yeah?”

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yuitoru · 3 months

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 - 𝐒.𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

🌀 — bf! satoru gojo x fem! reader | 🌀 ft — mostly fluff & some crack | 🌀 cw — swearing, satoru calls reader "bitch", implied suicide joke, periods |

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t4rt4gl14 · 1 year

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F!LL M3 ⬆︎UP! [ 18+ ] [ MDNI ]

★[ GOJO SATORU. ]

★ [ fem!reader. dom!gojo. fingering. size kink. pounding. dacryphilia. cumflation, overstimulation. blindfoliding. praise. teasing. clit slapping. cockwarming. ]

A/N: HES BACKKKK DJSHDAJDSJDJJS i know i write for genshin but i had to write something for satoru

how did you end up like this?? so debauched and gasping for air, gojos fingers pumping in n out of your cunt, his fingers are covered in your slick and your moans sends the blood rushing to his cock. he takes a moment to stop and lick his fingers clean before taking off his blindfold and adjusting it on you. unable to see; he hovers over and lifts your thighs, aligning his tip to your hole, rubbing his cockhead against your clit. “gonna be a good girl for me won’t you?~ gonna take everything i give you right like a good girl?”

slowly pushing his cock in, you whimper, unable to relax your cunt; constantly twitching and tightening around his length until…he shoves it all in. “f-fuck! hng! m’god s-so tight.!”, your nails claw at his back, you could barely fit it in, you were so full!, “s-satoru! i-i can’t!! s’too big!~”, he kisses your neck and teases, “aww~ is my baby stuffed? cant handle it??~ don’t worry i’ll take care of you”, he begins to thrust, building up to a fast pace however nearing his orgasm he can’t hold back, pounding into your pussy, enjoying the friction between your gummy walls and his cock, shifting his weight onto you just so you’re unable to push him away and soon, he cums. and oh my god it feels like heaven, warm cum filling up your guts as he pushes it deeper inside. “o-oh fuck! angh! cumming mngh! i-is my princess coming too? what a good girl”, his praise is followed by a slap on your clit, he hisses when you clamp down ever tighter.

before you can even catch your breathe, satoru’s already thrusting once again, fucking into you like a animal whilst you helplessly take it all, eyes rolling back as you cry and mewl from the overstimulation, “aahh! m’senstive! ‘toru!! m’too sensitive!” , he only shushes you and leans closer, shoving his face into the crevice of your neck; despite being sensitive, gojos lost in the pleasure himself, “s-shhh s’okay, i’m right here, just l-let me- fuck~- let me use you m’kay?”

…FINALLY. he’s pumped you full enough, after the 4th orgasm, his cum leaks out with how full you are; your hole gaping and oozing his seed when he pulls out, catching his breathe he slowly rubs your clit whilst admiring the view, the pornographic sight, the sweat on your skin, the blindfold, your puffy clit, his cum deep inside. ohh he doesn’t want it to come out, so he shoves back in with his cock, taking off your blindfold, “don’t worry, just wanna feel you, you were amazing, you can relax now darling”, massaging your body with his cock snug inside.

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mari-the-bimbo · 5 months

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Academic rivals: Gojo Satoru

A/N: I just brain vomited this out lol. Also hello! I’m alive 🤍

Could there be anything more annoying than a cocky guy who knows he’s handsome, rich, a smooth talker and popular? Yes there is. That same guy also being smart, one of the smartest in the class to be precise. Gojo Satoru.

He’s not as smart as you of course, that’s what you tell yourself at least. You and your academic rival Gojo constantly butt heads and find yourself in competition during seminars.

This whole ordeal would’ve been easier if he kept his distance from you, but despite the tension between you and all his friends suggesting he keeps distance, he decides to pour all his energy into flirting with you.

Cocky smiles thrown your way when he answers a question before you, or an air kiss blown at you when he corrects your answers, receiving praise from professor Yaga.

This inevitably leads to you two bickering, usually you hissing snarky remarks in frustration and him entertaining it, a grin breaking out onto his handsome face when he leans closer and starts twirling your hair around his long finger “you still talkin?”

One time, you received your results for essay back, “98” you boasted as your friends gasped and praised you, you beam with joy, feeling your chest inflate in pride. What you didn’t notice was a certain white haired pretty boy watching your reaction with a wide smile on his face, “cute” he mutters.

“Well done y/n! I got 99, are you proud of me baby?” He asks with a smirk, he bites his lips to prevent himself from laughing when you frown, your classmates laugh at his flirty antics, wondering why you two don’t just fuck already.

He loves riling you up, it’s too easy. He’ll always sit in your spot at the library, smiling widely, putting his hands behind his head when he spots you making your way over to him. “That’s my spot Satoru”

“Whoops too late. Early bird catches the worm” he retorts quickly. You mimick in annoyance, causing him to laugh at your immature response.

“Sit on my lap if it bothers you so much”

You can’t say you hate him though, not when he shares his flash cards or practices exam questions with you when he knows you’re stressed out about the exams.

“Thank you Satoru” “You know I gotchu pretty girl” he says as he pushes your reading glasses up, with a handsome smile on his face but this one feels genuine.

Now if only you knew Gojo Satoru doesn’t care about education, why would he? He’s heir to all the Gojo family businesses, university is more like a side quest to this guy. Gojo only chooses to excel in his studies to get attention from you.

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xfgpng · 1 year

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gojo eats pussy like he hasn’t eaten anything in days. he’s so desperate and whiny and if you weren’t so desperate yourself, you’d tease him. he does it for his own enjoyment. he’s so addicted to the way you taste and feel on his tongue.

he always takes great pride in making you feel good. he loves to edge you both but on days where he spends hours between your thighs, his dick will be straining against his boxers but he ignores it.

your moans are so pretty and he can’t get enough and you just taste so fucking good that he can’t stop even when you’re so overstimulated and shaking. he.just.keeps.going.

“just one more baby, please” he begs, eyes wide and he’s pouting. “please baby, i need it”

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pupkashi · 3 months

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thinking about how gojo would volunteer himself to be used as your learning model when you need to study for anatomy.

he will stand still and let you point out all the bones and structures you need to for as long as you want, grinning from ear to ear and kissing you when you get something right.

“so scapula, clavicle, sternum, then shoulder girdle, humerus-” it’s all a bunch of scrambled words to satoru, but he nods along as you continue to use him to study, waiting patiently for you to finish.

when you ask him to quiz you he’s quick to grab your hand, calloused fingers ghosting over your arm and asking you to name the bone he was pointing at, slowly making his way from your hand up to your shoulder, placing feathery kisses on your skin as you continued to name them.

“you’re so smart sweetheart,” he whispers, his hand going under your chin as he leans forward, lips pressing against yours. “a little something to keep you motivated, pretty.”

you smile into the kiss, chasing his lips for one more peck before you’re placing one hand on his chest, trailing down and slipping under his shirt, fingers running up at down his chest, “sternum,” you grin, laughing when satoru pouts at you, tackling you in a hug and biting your shoulder softly.

“okay enough studying for today, pay attention to me!”

“my attention has been on you this whole time! you’ve been my anatomy model for two hours already!” you scoff, laughing as his mumbling gets muffled when he shoves his head into the crook of your neck.

“you don’t even love me anymore,” he sighs out deeply, biting back a smile when he practically hears you rolling your eyes at his antics.

“i despise you actually, angel boy” you grin, watching as his ear perk at the nickname, getting off from on top of you and instead dragging you into his lap.

“how ‘bout we get lunch then you can start studying my pelvic girdle” he wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, smacking him upside the head before getting up and kissing his temple.

“just for that you’re cooking” satoru doesn’t seem to care though, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face as you giggle.

a/n: this is so silly and cutesy and poorly written but i wanted to get this out of my head so badly ,, can you guess what class I’m taking this semester (impossible)

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chuluoyi · 7 months

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peaches 🍑

- gojo satoru x reader

inspired by this fanart by さかな on pixiv!☆

genre: fluff, crack, slightly suggestive, no angst this time

note: excuuuuse meee~ just a little brain rot coming through—

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“Hellooo~?”

You were lying on your stomach on the bed that you shared with your kid slash boyfriend, completely absorbed in a weekly prime-time drama on your phone that you eagerly anticipated each episode as it aired.

And Satoru felt like he was the most undesirable boyfriend ever as you ignored him and kept your attention fully at your show.

"Heyyy, pay attention to me~?" he tilted his head in an attempt to look cute in your eyes, but you remained unfazed, not even acknowledging him.

"Baby?" now he was utilizing his big blue eyes, blinking rapidly as well as batting his long lashes, trying to get you to face him. “Sweetie? Sugarplum? Cupcake?”

To no avail.

"Oh nooo! I'm dying!"

You shot him a glare, willing him to tone down his ruckus. Satoru responded with a pout and shot a defiant glare right back at you.

Frustrated by his lack of success in capturing your attention, he racked his brain to squeeze out his creativity. And that was when his all-seeing eyes rested on your bum.

You were totally captivated when the main protagonist in your show displayed remarkable fluidity in their fight scenes, when you felt a noticeable pressure on your butt. You turned your head to see your man-child of a boyfriend snuggling his beautiful face on your buttocks, all while wearing a pout.

"...Satoru, what are you doing?"

"Hmph. Reading."

"No, I mean―" you let out a gasp when one of his hands suddenly squeezed your butt as if they were some sort of slime toy, and he erupted into cackles at your reaction.

"Satoru, get off!"

He grinned. "No, you're ignoring me anyways. The least you could do is let me borrow your peach."

"..."

"Just look at your baby's bottom! I always grope them when we're romping around but I never realized that they are so round, plump, just like fresh pea―"

You got up and kicked him away.

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saelestia · 3 months

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MY SATORU.

cw. fluffy, gn reader, no mentions of gender/anatomy, satoru proposes, humourous, love sick satoru, brief mentions of megumi, sukuna, nanami and itadori, reader defends toru from nanamin not proofread sooo.. rbs appreciated

an . rlly long wip, butttt pulled through! my faves read this over for me! @cheriiyaya and @ladyth approved

gojo, a name with immense significance to the entirety of tokyo. no matter where gojo goes, hes looked at differently, in tokyo, hes looked at as an untouchable god and at work hes known as the dummy sorcerer. not all those names define satoru, they define gojo. between you and satoru, he wasnt gojo to you, a man with a title, an ego and a badge of honor, to you, he was satoru, someone who's gentle, loving, and teasing. someone who you yearned to protect and be protected by, someone who can lean on you as much as you need to lean on him. someone who uses his brain and brawn to his advantage. satoru, the name that makes him feel significant and important, rather than gojo, who people fear, and thirst over. instead he's your 'toru. your handsome boy who's dramatics woo you, and pull you in closer. satoru, a man with something going for him, someone with a sense of self longing purpose. he doesnt stress it enough when he tells you, he knows he should say it more, and it rolls off the tongue so easy when he comes home from a mission but its different, when a little more pours out of his mouth.

"welcome home satoru" you mumble out when your bedroom door opens, you take a pause from scrolling on your phone to give your attention to satoru, as he plummets into the sheets with a soft groan. despite how all the feelings he felt, you still without fail-- ask him how his day went. and with a quick raise of the mattress, he's sitting beside you, telling you in detail about all the things he'd done while away from you. "nanamin was especially mean to me, love :(" he'd sigh dramatically, in which you'd respond with a "next time i see him, ill be sure to talk to him about how he treats you, satoru." in a rather stern tone, reminding him you'll always defend and help him out in such situations. he continues -- "yuuji trained especially hard with megumi, sukuna took his exhaustion as an opportunity to pull more dumb things to make my life difficult, of course it didnt work, i am the strongest~" he smirks, soaking in his own ego, "yuuji's quite strong, he works so hard to support himself -- ahh! and gumi!, i miss gumi.. tell him he needs to come home sometime soon, and we can have a spa day, just the three of us." you say, running your fingers through satoru's silky hair, reminiscing in the past when you had taken both satoru and megumi with you to your spa appointments all those years ago. "what! you and me never go on spa days" with a pout and a groan-like whine, " ill take you out on a date sometime soon, just you and me, okay?" you mumble into his hair while you stroke your fingers through his silk locs. its silent, for a moment, and only for a moment. in the next moment, satorus hand was rummaging through the drawer. "i told myself i wasn't going to ask you abruptly, and that i was going to make it romantic, but the need to be by your side forever, cant wait any further. can we get married? yes or yes?" he questions, the box containing what you can only assume is a ring, sitting in his hand, while his blue eyes peer into yours. "of course yes satoru, i love you." you mumble, a smile tugging at the sides of your lips, as he smiles, squealing like a girl "eeh! i knew you'd say yes," he'd coo, "'ts not like you left me much of a choice 'toru, you only gave me the yes option." you smile, as he slips the ring onto your ring finger. "ha?! are you saying you would've said no?" he gasps dramatically, pausing while he slipped the ring onto your finger.

"i'd say yes in every universe, satoru."

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beautiful-is-boring · 3 months

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Initiate

pure fluff with satoru gojo (intentional lower case) (idk wtf i just wrote maybe he is ooc here)

reader is fem coded and very shy (self indulgent), nicknames like pretty girl used, NOT PROOFREAD

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"hey, satoru? i wanted to try something with you."

over the course of your new romantic relationship with your boyfriend satoru, you realized that he was the one always initiating kisses and pulling you into hugs. you never pushed him away, rather you loved it. every single time he cradled your face like a fragile piece of glass and leaned in to place a sweet and soft kiss upon your lips, you loved it. you were so, so in love with his bubbly nature.

slowly and steadily, your shyness dissipated and you started pulling him into hugs and he was overjoyed. yet, you felt something gnawing at you from within. your satoru was so handsome, so beautiful, so hot, so kind and so lovely. you wanted to kiss him sooo bad, it made your chest ache. you realized it was always him asking for kisses and you wanted to change that. you wanted to initiate a kiss with him but everytime you looked into those angelic ocean eyes of his and breathtaking bright ass smile you could feel your heart skip a beat, your fingers twitch and blood rushing to your cheeks.

satoru found it adorable, ofcourse

you decided that today, enough is enough.

you sat him down on the couch asking to try something and he enthusiastically agreed.

looking straight into his eyes, you told him,

"i want to kiss you toru."

his eyes widened for a second and he let out a small chuckle.

"but baby, we kiss all the time? i mean if you want more kisses i am happy to oblig-"

"yes- i-i mean no" oh dear, how were you going to accomplish your mission if you kept stammering like this? on top of that, your boyfriend wasn't helping at all! satoru just kept inching closer to your face to see your flustered expression.

"then what is it my pretty girl? hm?"

"well, i-its just that you're the one always initiating things and kissing me, and i want to be the one to kiss you, like- i love it when you do but i want to do it f-first you know what im saying?"

he looked at you for a second and pondered. "hm, i see."

you were shyly looking down at your lap this whole time while speaking, and all of a sudden you felt satoru's fingers right below your chain, raising your head to look at him. "then kiss me y/n."

"i dont know how to start! i have been trying for so long and then i just freeze i dont know why!"

satoru let out another small laugh, "its okay baby, take your time, we have all day."

you thought for a second.

"toru, close your eyes."

"whatever you wish, pretty girl." satoru smiled, leaned back and closed his eyes, paitiently waiting for your lips to kiss him.

you admit, you were still nervous, but seeing his angelic face with his eyes closed put you at ease.

slowly and steadily, you inched forward towards his face. it was easy for you to admire his gorgeous features, the way his eyelashes rested against his cheek, his plump lips, his cute button nose, rosy cheeks, snowy white hair and the way his lips curved into a tiny smile reserved only and only for his beloved - you.

his and yours faces were mere inches apart, and he could feel the soft breaths of yours on his nose. your heart was beating fast, and you finally leaned in.

well, here goes nothing.

your lips locked with his in a blissful exchange and satoru let out a satisfied sigh. his lips moulded against yours perfectly and he pulled you closer to his frame, his arm wrapping around the waist in a way that gave you butterflies. the kiss was perfect, you were worrying for nothing. you pulled away just for a second for air, and satoru chased your lips again.

you giggled, pecked his lips, the tip of his nose, and his lips once more. staring into his baby blue eyes didn't make you feel nervous, but rather calm.

"that was really nice, baby" he said, and wrapped you up in the warmest bear hug. oh, how you loved being in his arms. "guess i was nervous for nothing". satoru, being the affectionate baby he is, continued to place small kisses on your cheek, neck and shoulders and finally pecking your lips.

"i want more :D"

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hananosami · 1 year

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Thank you, Mom

synopsis: Megumi thanks his adoptive mother, Gojo's lover, for having always taken care of him and his half-sister- as they both reminiscence about the past.

word count: 1.5k +

Author’s Note: Fluff, fluff, fluff. Just mum reader and her adoptive child Megumi. I would also like to note that Gojo and Reader already have an established relationship, and that this is also a chapter from a fanfic I've written.

Warning: very minor descriptions about scars from self-harm.

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A young woman had a soft smile present on her face, as she watched both the first and the second years play in the water. She sat on the beach, wiggling her toes a bit, then sinking her toes deeper unto the sand. Today, marked the first day of their break. Technically, it wasn't vacation, but with Gojo having exorcised almost every cursed spirit within the 25 kilometer radius- it's officially vacation for the students.

The students yelled at each other, splashing water towards one other, as they basked under the summer sun. A soft sigh escaped her lips, content, after seeing her students have fun in the water. "Sensei." (Y/N) turned her head to the sound of the voice, "Megumi? It's just us, you can just call me (Y/N)." He nodded, "May I?" The raven haired boy asked, as he eyed the space beside her- she nodded. "Why aren't you having fun with the rest of them?" She asked the young boy, as she turned her gaze straightforward, continuing to watch the students play in the water without a care in the world.

It was silent for a second, then "Thank you, okaa-san." The woman's eyes widened a bit, confused, as she turned her head to get a better look at the boy beside her. "I wanted to say thank you, I never got the chance to." She was speechless, unsure of what to say next. "For what, Megumi-kun?" (Y/N) observed the way he fiddled with his fingers, he wasn't nervous. But he was hesitant, she could tell through his body language. Years worth of taking care of the young boy, she eventually understood how he was. Then he paused and looked at her straight in the eye, speaking of words that left her mouth agape.

"For having always taken care of my sister and I."

Gojo Satoru was a second year student at the time, roughly around the age of seventeen. The young woman he came to love was fifteen, it was the year she had entered Jujutsu High as a first year student. No one came back unscathed from the Star Plasma Vessel mission, even when Satoru seemed to have gained a lot by learning the true potential of his limitless- there were also things that were sacrificed during the mission. Even when it's been a decade, the scars seemed to continue being fresh wounds.

".. S.. Satoru who's this?" The young girl blinked in confusion, eyeing the small boy, that seemed to be around the age of six. "This here is Megumi! Fushiguro Megumi! Starting from today onwards we'll be taking care of him!" The sapphire orbed man gleed, causing the young woman to furrow her eyebrows together. Taking a deep breath in, and swallowing her questions down for later, she smiled at the little boy. "Hi Megumi! I'm (Y/N), it's nice to meet you!" She knelt down on face level, as she ruffled his hair gently. The raven haired boy continued to have a poker face, she was slightly taken back by his demeanor, but didn't mind it.

She looked up at Satoru, "I'm going to be preparing dinner at the common room, are you going to be joining us?" He shook his head, "I have to report back to Yaga, so it'll just be the two of you." She nodded, and watched as he ruffled the raven haired boy's hair messily. "I'll get going. Alright Megumi, make sure to take care of pretty miss (Y/N) here! Don't give her a hard time." The young boy released a light huff, and the young girl's cheeks became lightly tinted with pink. "And (Y/N), thank you." The young man gave her a sincere smile, before heading out.

"Alright Megumi, dinner is served." (Y/N) sat on the opposite side of the table where the young boy sat, and observed as he picked up his chopsticks and started eating. She laughed internally, upon the realization that she might just have to teach the young boy some table manners. But she couldn't blame him either for hastily eating, he must've been starving from the looks of it. "So Megumi-kun, how's the food?" She asked, which made the boy pause, as he was about to pick up another piece of gyoza. (Y/N) observed as he pursed his lips into a thin line, before opening them ever so slightly, to speak of the softest of responses.

"It's really good, thank you.. (Y/N)-san."

The sixteen year old woman laid on the hospital bed, observing the snow that was falling from the sky. It was the first snow of winter, the gloomy weather looming over, but the sparkling of the snowflakes seemed to brighten the season of death. Turning her head to the sound of the door opening, she was met with a little boy who was now a year older. "Megumi.." A gentle smile forming unto her face, "You came to visit me again, I'm being spoiled so much." She observed as the young boy's gaze turned down to stare at his feet, a frown now replacing that smile that she once had.

He approached her, while Gojo laid his back against the white walls of the hospitals room and observed from the door. "When are you coming back home.." He mumbled quietly, still looking down at his feet. "Gojo doesn't cook very good food and Tsumiki misses your cooking.." A soft laugh escaped her lips, before she reached down and brought Megumi to sit on the hospital bed with her. "Soon, I'm going home soon."

She gave the boy a reassuring smile, hoping to see the slightest of a smile on his face. Instead, she found him staring at her arm that was laying on top of her lap, where her scars resided, still healing from the trauma of her own doing. Rotating her arm to hide the scars from the boy, she caressed his cheek with her other hand and turned his face upwards to look at her. "I'll be okay Megumi-kun, I promise to be back soon, so you won't have to endure Satoru's atrocious cooking." A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and the trust his gaze held, when he looked at her directly in the eye.

"That better be a promise."

It was the summer of 2011 and (Y/N) was about to die from the heatstroke. The twenty year old sat at the curb, sweating her ass off. Resting her head in her between legs, then she almost yelled her entire heart out when she felt a cold contraption rest at the back of her neck. "Ah-! Sa.. Satoru!" She yelped, to only earn a chuckle from the older man. "Tired already, my love?" Sighing softly, she nodded.

The two watched as Tsumiki wrapped her arm around her younger step brother's shoulder, who was about to grow taller than his older step sister. "C'mon Megumi! Let's go ride the teacups!" The eleven year old boy furrowed his eyebrows together, reluctant on going to the teacups that were whirling around in circles. The older child looked at (Y/N) for help, "Go on Megumi, don't let your sister ride by herself." She gave the younger one a closed-eyed smile, the raven haired boy huffing, as he reluctantly agreed.

The four of them were currently at Disneyland, oddly enough, Gojo coincidentally had his mission in Osaka- in result, he could join them on their vacation. "They're having fun, right?" The woman asked her lover, who had his arm around her shoulder. "Don't stress too much, kikufuku. Look, even Megumi's starting to smile." He pointed towards the two, who were riding a red teacup. Tsumiki, despite her frail self, used the wheel in the middle to spin the teacup faster. A soft smile and pink tainted cheeks soon became present on the raven haired boy's face, as he helped his older sister spin the teacup faster.

"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't worry too much."

The woman ruffled the sixteen year old boy's hair, "You know that, you don't have to thank me right?" She asked, to which the boy nodded in response. "I know, but Tsumiki thought of you as a mother.. And I.. I truly do so, as well.." He mumbled quietly, (Y/N) sighs softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and gently pushing his head to rest at her shoulder.

"Thank you too, Megumi.." She paused, looking up at the bright blue sky, seagulls passing by the tent they sat in. "For what, (Y/N)-san?" He observed that soft smile slowly form unto her lips, her gaze returning back to the students who were playing in the water. It was almost, melancholic, the way her gaze turned motherly as she watched the other students play in the water.

"Thank you for growing up so well."

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tender-rosiey · 8 months

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1am thoughts, thinking about Gojo introducing kid Megumi to his newborn baby and Megumi being protective of them and even calling them his little sister/brother at one point and gojo is running LAPS he's just overwhelmed and happy over a small yet powerful phrase.

to protect — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: this is so cute i am gonna cry also megumi is like 11-12 here

you’re finally back home, after a long day at the hospital. you’re finally engulfed in the comfort of your bed while your husband is still sat up with his little girl bundled in his arms.

he hasn’t let go of her since you have been discharged.

“’toru, honey, you have to sleep soon; you can hold her tomorrow,” you sleepily murmur to your husband.

he nods and whispers, “I know. It’s just I—I can’t believe it’s real,” he kisses her forehead softly, “that she is finally here, our little princess.”

a tired smile makes its way to your lips. you hum in understanding, gently caressing his cheek. he sighs happily, before looking at you, “but you, missy, actually need to rest. you’ve had a long day.”

you frown and he chuckles, and his hand moves to stroke your hair, “rest, pretty. you were a champion today,” you move to nuzzle closer to his side and your arm wraps around his torso.

and so his little girl is comfortably nestled in one of his arms, while the other is wrapped around you so his hand can pet your head lovingly.

satoru truly feels like he is holding the world in his hands right now.

suddenly, the door slowly creaks open and a very familiar face peaks from it. satoru chuckles, “come in, megumi; they’re both asleep anyway.”

the boy carefully pads his way to gojo.

he is so used to seeing him being all goofy and unserious, so it catches him a bit off-guard how serene and quiet he is being right now. megumi looks at the sleeping baby then whispers, “what’s her name?”

“d/n,” satoru answers fondly.

megumi nods then observes her for a small while, “she really is a perfect mix between the both of you.”

a soft and quiet laugh escapes satoru’s lips, “you’re right,” he looks up at megumi with a grin, “you wanna hold her?”

the boy is taken back and his expression betrays him as nervousness takes over his face. his eyes don’t leave the girl and his gaze is more than troubled, “…what if I hurt her?”

satoru shakes his head, “you scared? she is my daughter; she is the strongest baby ever,” he grins, “no one can hurt her.”

megumi rolls his eyes, but quickly directs his focus to the little girl. he takes a moment, before he extends his arms. satoru gently places her in his arms. megumi’s hold on her is protective, and he doesn’t look as awkward as satoru thought he would.

actually, he is quite the natural.

he gently rocks her, and he can’t help but smile at her sleeping face. megumi whispers to her, “hi there.”

she coos at him, and starts swaying his arms around. she slowly opens her eyes, and a tiny smile appears on her chubby face. megumi’s eyes widen a little, and he immediately looks at gojo, “she is smiling.”

satoru laughs, “she is a very smiley baby, but i think she likes you a lot. she only smiled at y/n and me,” he feels you stir a bit in your sleep.

he pulls you closer and rubs your shoulder then he giggles at how quickly you fall back asleep. while satoru is occupied by you, megumi is staring in awe at little miss gojo.

later, satoru wakes up in the middle of the night to check on his little girl in the adjacent room. he groggily gets up, after kissing your forehead. he walks there, and when he finally reaches the room, he notices the lights are already on, and the door is left a bit open.

he peaks a little into the room, and sees megumi standing by the crib. he is fondly looking at d/n, and gently petting her head. he is whispering something to her, but satoru is still able to hear it all the same.

“don’t grow up to be annoying like your dad, please.”

satoru scowls, and contemplates bursting into the room, and bullying the hell out of megumi. however, he ultimately decides against it. he doesn’t end up regretting the decision.

megumi gently boops her nose, “you’re like a little sister to me now, so I promise to protect you.”

she squeals and makes grabby hands at him, and he chuckles, “you believe me, huh?”

satoru slowly backs away from the door and walks away. when he is a safe distance from the door, he starts running and bursts into your shared room.

he dramatically falls to the ground, “that was… the cutest thing ever! after d/n and y/n’s smiles, of course.”

he stands up, proudly. his heart is at ease as he now knows that there is yet another person to look after his baby girl, if something happens. a content grin is on his face as he enjoys the silence and comfort. it’s short lived, as always.

a pillow is thrown at his face, and he stumbles to the ground.

“that’s for waking me up, satoru!”

“noooo, baby, I am sorry!”

“uh—,” megumi awkwardly stands at the door, holding d/n up, “guys, she pooped.”

satoru grins, and excitedly stands up—with a camera that he got out of nowhere to take photos of her—he coos, “aww! your first shit, pretty girl? what a good girl!”

megumi places her on the changing table beside your bed. the smell of her great ‘achievement’ fills the door, and he takes the chance of gojo being distracted to run out of the room, before another nuclear explosion drops.

the girl is gleefully clapping upon seeing her dad, and he reciprocates the smile tenfold. he gently holds her feet and sways them slightly, “such a big girl, already pooping!”

“want daddy to change your diapers for you?” he coos and the girl just puts her thumb in her mouth and starts kicking her feet. he chuckles and slowly opens the diaper. he is met with the vilest smell, and he can’t believe his sweet daughter can produce such smells.

however, he quickly composes himself, and tries to make his way through the travail of changing the diaper. he proves to be too weak because he, after a moment, looks at you, “uh, babe, teamwork makes the dream work?”

you groan, falling back to the bed.

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satoruhour · 6 months

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Gojo would make such pretty noises if he gets a BJ as he’s waking up

a/n: anon u r so real for this !!!!!!!!! i conquered my 2k essay! but also doin a shorter req bc i got distracted by changing themes and it’s late lol / @jabamin @hannzai @shotorus

warnings: fem!reader, consensual somnophilia, sort of subby gojo but not very established, pet names, oral (m! receiving), finger / thumb sucking, deepthroating, multiple rounds, spitting, sloppy bj sort of, this is what i think he would sound like hehe, n*sfw under the cut

gojo’s always known he’s the most sensitive in the morning. before you, he’s settled for his hand, feeling around his centre when he wakes up hard and slips his hand under his boxers where it pumps slowly at his shaft. the orgasm always comes too fast and unsatisfactory, though, done more out of necessity than pleasure.

but you? he finds that he never wants to go back to his hand ever again. you treat him like everything good in the world, both with your soft demeanour and your pretty cunt, all for him and yet not at the same time. you’re so pliant and receptive to his touches and still, you have your own agency; you are your own person. that’s what he admires about you.

you infiltrate his dreams like a temptress, heat forming between his legs as he cuddles closer into what he thinks is your figure. there’s fire all over his body and his hairs stand and the trails the blaze leaves seem like fingers. they span his body, heart rate speeding up and he wishes he hadn’t buried his body in the sheets last night. they want to move, but satoru is locked down by sleep and your wandering hands.

“’toru . .” gojo moans at the soft voice that whispers his name in his dreams, unaware you’re doing the exact thing. you’re already drooling at the half-hard bulge that pokes out from below his underwear, clinging to his skin and darkening in colour with each trail of your finger along his body.

so sensitive . .

here, gojo looks as splendid as the morning tokyo sun even if the weather outside struggled to stay stable. the clouds soon hover over the city, pouring down light raindrops and the drop in temperature only makes your boyfriend whine again.

you poke a manicured nail to his length that twitches on its own, pressing and prodding with it and enjoy the soft sounds that escape his lips each time. “baby”, ”princess”, it’s a different name each time for satoru always enjoys referring to you with pet names, and the low raspiness of it only pushes your resolve further—

“it’s okay, sweets, you know you have access to my body. i trust you.”

even with your boyfriend’s authority, you’re still unsure shown in the way your hands hesitantly pull at his underwear. you’re snapped out of your dilemma when a drawled whimper leaves him, whiny and high-pitched in nature that it sends chills down your whole body. there are murmurs of your name on his lips, lingering like the sugary sweets and the saccharine of your kisses. the cold air is simply too much for his sensitive cock, and gojo’s hips buck in cute little jerks.

his length and girth always takes you by surprise no matter how many times you see it, but it feels just a little different when you’re the one to fish it out yourself. satoru is just so hard, pink mushroom tip leaking pre-cum all over his pelvis and a curve to his dick in wanton need.

you let out a breath when your soft hands wrap around his length, at the same gojo sucks in a breath in his sleep — if that was even possible — and tenses his thighs. in his dream you’re doing more than whatever you were doing right now, imagining your pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock.

but you like it slow. your hands drag themselves across his shaft, stroking slowly just to allow him to fully harden and gojo starts to kick his legs slightly, hands have begun to clutch uncomfortably at the sheets. your head lowers to his tip, blowing lightly at the sensitive area and it almost gets him waking completely from unconsciousness. wrecked moans and whines continue to weasel themselves out of his throat, brows knitted and mouth in a temporary ‘o’.

“satoru,” you call, with no intent behind it rather than just wanted to feel the syllables roll against your tongue, “satoruuu . .”

but the mission last night takes a good amount of toll on him. you stick out your tongue to kitten lick his weeping tip and your lover jolts in your hands yet again. it’s so adorable, seeing the normally confident man plead, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“y—yess . .?” you’re unsure if he’s sleep-talking or if he’s really awake but you press on. your mouth suckles on the tip like a pacifier, teasing the most sensitive part of his cock. there, you swirl your tongue around, hands still pumping lazily. gojo’s voice cracks on the next moan, reality sinking in on him bit by bit. you’re relentless, tonguing your muscle along frenulum and around.

and then when you look up, you can see a pair of drowsy eyelids open, looking with his blue eyes through the whiteness of his lashes. it feels like he wasn’t of this world, the initial confusion morphing into recognition and then pleasure —

“ohh . . f-fuuuckk . . ” gojo’s voice shakes as you then descend upon his shaft, warm mouth encompassing every inch of his cock until your nose buries itself in his pubes. the loud moan satoru lets out only makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, sure that your hips were grinding into the sheets. “a-always take my cock so well, shit.”

he’s normally reduced to a state of non-verbality in the morning, but he seems to still have some adrenaline from last night’s mission. gojo’s head meets with the pillow below him, stuck between enjoying how fucking hot your mouth feels versus watching you take all of him down your throat.

you start to bob your head, the gurgling noises along his throbbing length only adding to the lewdness of the scene. he lovingly trails his hand through your locks, brushing back stray hair that interferes with you. they continue to do that (his love knows no ends), undoing the knots in your hair while you uncoil the familiar feeling in his tummy. “baby, baby, baby—”gojo’s eyes squeezes shut and his chest heaves needily with lined sweat, neck straining just to catch a glimpse of how you deep-throat him. your fingers grasp onto his thighs so harshly that they would probably bruise.

you’re keeping eye contact as you come up to breathe while gojo’s hand who took refuge in your hair switches its sanctuary to your face. his heart and dick jumps when you lean into the touch, both your hooded lids matching each other before his thumb runs over your bottom lip. in the rainy morning, you can exchange words without saying anything; you just know satoru that well.

gojo’s thumb traces the softness of your lips before he dips it inside and you take the finger into your mouth willingly, sucking intently as you make the strongest weaker and weaker by you, alone. all he does is spiral, moans transforming into little whines at how you suck on his thumb and it’s off — because then after your mouth closes in around his cock again and he swears so loud it probably reaches the neighbours.

“mmfuuuck—! o-oh my god—” your head bobs again, tongue running along the underside of his cock each time you do, hands moving along the places where you can’t reach and the moans that fill your ears only gets needier and needier. “princess i’m gonna— pleaseplease—!”

gojo has that split second to prop himself up just so he can see you take his cum down your throat, a hand holding your head in place alongise a makeshift ponytail. but your mouth mimics your pussy so well, wrapped snugly around him that he has no time to warn you before he’s cumming deep into your mouth. you jerk in surprise before moaning at the feeling, letting him spurt ropes of cum down your throat as your pace slows down.

“c’mon . . let me see, pretty girl,” satoru assists you in coming off of his cock, and the white in your mouth spills out almost instantly. “aaattagirl . .” your boyfriend grins his infamous lazy morning grin that makes your heart do flips, faltering just a bit when you let his seed drip down your tongue and back onto his dick.

“s’much cum, satoru.” you mumble, intoxicated, fingers connected by strings of his cum and you gather saliva mixed with cum to spit onto his shaft and the gesture is so hot that he needs to see you do it again, and you indulge him — you push out saliva past your lips, a long string before he finally meets his sensitive tip again.

gojo reaches heaven a second time when your hands pick up pace again, slick noises now filling his ears.

“want more.”

bro it’s like i forgot how to write 😭😭

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yuitoru · 3 months

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐒.𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

🌀 — streamerbf! satoru gojo x fem! reader | 🌀 ft — fluff, angst(?) | 🌀 cw — swearing, satoru cant pull to save his life, mentions of death threats |

s.gojo streamer!au - the first time you make an (accidental) appearance on satoru's live stream

"that guy is definitely cheating!!" satoru groaned in frustration as he ran his hands through his fluffy white hair, grimacing down at the now loading screen in front of him. the neon lights from his monitor shone onto his face, the brightness clearly way too high but he always refused to change it - as he squinted to read the influx of comments in the live comments of his stream, a certain few caught his eye.

fushtoji : 'this guy actually sucks.'

kamo_choso : 'dead game tbh'

a small scowl almost instantly formed on his face, his eyes narrowed as he stared dead at the screen. "firstly, i do not suck! that was one bad round!! and second, fortnite is not a dead game. its in its redemption arc and you know it," satoru huffed, his face resembling a pouty toddler. he spun in his chair to look over to where you where sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through your phone. "can you believe this?? my own viewers are bullying me!!"

meg_gumi : 'oh great hes talking to himself.'

yuujiii : 'is someone there?'

"i am not talking to myself! fucking hell, whats with everyone taking the piss out of me today..." satoru said with a sigh, looking over at you with a pout. "babyyyy, make them stop..!!" he whined, dramatically hanging his head in his hands. you laughed softly, sending him a small smile before going back to your phone - however, your laugh had been just audible enough for it to be picked up by satoru’s mic, resulting in a rapid increase in his live chat comments.

user19899 : ‘wait is someone acc there??’

phantom08 : ‘it sounded like a girl..’

fushtoji : ‘dont tell me this guy actually has a gf.’

satoru glared at his camera before groaning and rolling his eyes, a whiny tone in his voice as he huffed. "why is it so hard for you all to believe that i have a girlfriend??! honestly im hurt..."

ryokuna : 'negative rizz.'

"i dont see why youre talking after your girlfriend just broke up with you, sukuna!" satoru mocked, sticking his tongue out before spinning back around on his chair to face you again. he opened his arms for you to come cuddle him, as one of his hands reached towards his keyboard to disable the camera. you slid off of his bed and walked towards him, before sitting down on his lap and cuddling into his chest. satoru pressed an attack of kisses against the top of your head, his hands roaming up and down your back. what the two of you were unaware of was the fact that satoru hadnt turned off his camera, instead only muting the stream, meaning that both your face and the way you were curled up in his arms were visible to the entire stream - over 20k people, at least.

fushtoji : 'oh shit he does actually have a gf.'

gojoswhore : 'WHAT NO WAY'

meg_gumi : 'this guy out of everyone???'

the two of you stayed how you were, completely oblivious to the fact that your relationship had just been exposed to his whole fanbase, and that the news would practically spread like wildfire. after a few minutes, you shuffled a bit in satoru's arms, trying to get comfortable, but his monitor caught the corner of your eye, causing your face to drop in shock. satoru followed your gaze, eventually locking with his own eyes from his screen, as he realised what had just happened. he scrambled forwards to cover your face and turn off his camera, letting out a groan as he looked at you.

"shit, baby, 'm so sorry.. i honestly didnt realise," he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. he knew that you would eventually be shown on camera to meet his fans, but not this soon, and not like this. you two had just been shown in a private moment - something that satoru didnt want his audience to see. he looked up at you with an apologetic expression, before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

the chats had already started rolling in, with thousands of people commenting on your relationship, your appearance... it felt awful, like the entire world was now watching every single one of your movements and all having their own things to say about it. you couldnt have been on camera for more than a minute or two, but the chat was flooded with people's thoughts.

user38384 : 'shes pretty, but nothing special tbh'

kikio001 : 'kinda expected more from gojo'

miko3 : 'i think shes rly pretty, whats w the hate???'

mods had already started stepping in and removing the rude commenters, but the damage had already been done. people had seen your face for the first time, and were assuming all sorts of things about you. satoru noticed your downcast expression, and leaned forward to reach his keyboard, before unmuting himself, not bothering to turn the camera back on.

"if you are already commenting shit about my girlfriend, who you dont even know, and wont get to know the way i do, then youre honestly just a pathetic excuse for a human. show some more damn respect, its not hard to be a good person," and he ended the stream right there. wiping away any stray tears that had collected in your eyes, satoru smiled down at you before lifting you into his arms and standing from his chair, before carrying you back towards his bed and setting you down. he quickly slipped under the duvet with you, bringing your body into his chest as he sighed softly. "dont worry, baby.. ill sort this all out, okay? you dont have to ever come back onto the stream if you dont want to. i love you, pretty."

his gentle words, as well as his soft embrace, slowly lured you into your exhaustion - you were on the brink of sleep when you felt satoru press a feather-light kiss to your head, and that was the last thing you remembered before you fell asleep, completely safe and protected from all the harsh comments in satoru's arms, and that was the way that it would always be.

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broshot · 1 year

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more gojo smut by me because I see way too much top gojo these days (he's definitely not a top) also read "gojo cries when he's inside of you" because he also cries in this!! (silly gojo) ((I love him)) english isn't my first language so sorry for bad english

nsfw under the cut

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"please," gojo whimpers, bucking his hips upwards to cause some friction but you move your hand away. he's sitting on your bed, back against the headboard.

he's been waiting for too long now. it's embarrassing, really, the way his dick is rock hard and oozing pre-cum just from you undressing him.

"please what?" you ask him, smiling lovingly. he's beautiful, you think. his beautiful white hair, gorgeous blue hair, those soft, kissable lips, his neck, chest, waist...

he interrupts your thoughts with a soft whine. "please touch me."

"do you think you deserve it?" you question and he nods impatiently.

you can't resist him when he's so needy, so you finally give him what he needs, though you give him just a little bit of pleasure. you softly flick the tip with your finger, earning a breathy whimper from him.

"more," gojo demands.

"yeah?" you say as you wrap your hand around his dick and give it a few pumps.

"that's... not enough. I need to be inside you," he says.

"eager, are we?" you say with a teasing smile. however, you can't bring yourself to tease him when he's this needy.

you get on his lap, putting one leg on each side of him and you're already sinking down on his dick. you tilt your head back and close your eyes at the feeling. he's always stretching you out with how big he is.

he whimpers and grabs your hips. he's needy, really needy.

you open your eyes and move your head to look at him. he's already looking at you. his eyes are shiny and you can already see the many tears on his face; as usual, he cries when he's inside of you.

"oh, satoru," you say and wipe the tears off his cheeks.

"you feel s'good" he cries and softly thrusts his hips upwards, earning a moan from you. you place your hands on his chest and raise your hips in return, moving almost fully off of his dick.

but before he can react, you slam yourself back down. he whines, unable to form sentences with how good you're making him feel.

but you're going so slow, painfully slow. he can't take it. he needs you to go faster but he knows you won't do it if he tells you to

so he grabs your waist tighter and changes your positions smoothly (like the strong buff man he is). now you're laying beneath him as he towers over you. he's still deep inside of you.

the change of positions doesn't change the way he acts. he's still whiny and needy, but now he gets to choose the speed. if you let him.

"can I move, sweetheart?" he asks with soft pants leaving his mouth. you're surprised to say at least but you nod. "please do."

and he does. he slides out with just his tip in before he slams in again, fastening his speed every second. he's awfully good at this, you think.

"I'm.. close already," he breathes out. the look on his face is beautiful despite all the tears and redness. he's looking at you oh so lovingly as he pounds in and out of you with his insane speed.

and soon enough, he can't take it anymore; he whimpers loudly as his orgasm takes over.

he keeps thrusting after his own orgasm, whining at how sensitive he is. his "hard work" pays off and he helps you finish in a few minutes, too.

he pulls out and lays down on top of you, panting heavily.

"amazing. you did so amazing," he says and raises his head to give you a quick peck on the lips and you smile.

"you did amazing too, babe."

"lets get cleaned up, yeah? I think I could run a bath for us if you'd like. I really want to take a bath right now," gojo starts blabbering as he gets up and picks you up. he carries you to the bathroom to prepare a bath for the both of you.

you watch him as he moves around the bathroom. with the way he acts everywhere else you could never guess what he's like in the bedroom, you think. he's strong and scary at times (to you he's just the loveliest man there is) but as soon as you guys reach the bedroom, the roles are reversed. it's ironic, really.

but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I love you, satoru." you suddenly say. he raises his head to look at you and smiles. "I love you too, (name). my pretty partner."

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WHAT IS THIS BYEEE (sorry guys this was soooo rushed I didn't feel like rewriting this)

masterlist is pinned to my profile! idk if it works tho wtf :(

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